The potion quickly evaporated in the air, and none of the dark faction numberers who were immersed in the killing noticed that something was wrong, they only knew that there were fewer and fewer soldiers left behind to delay them, and more and more orc soldiers poured into the second floor, and the addition of a few trolls added to their advancing offensive.

Jack was immersed in the thrill of killing, and every time he turned on the bloodthirsty frenzy for a while, he would be intoxicated by the sudden increase in power, and the result of this triggered his greater desire to kill, but this side effect, which was not a side effect, made the numbered person not realize that the enemy's retreat had stopped.

The mutation came so suddenly, a half-orc soldier suddenly howled loudly after killing a Gondor militia, and the muscles on his body suddenly tensed, making the originally very burly body grow in a circle, and then more and more orc soldiers became the same as the previous soldier, and the numbered people of the dark camp finally realized that something was wrong.

Relying on the only remaining sanity and the vent of killing, these mutated orc soldiers can still maintain a clear state of friend and foe, but as time goes by, the human soldiers are killed less and less, and the sanity of the orcs is becoming more and more chaotic. Finally, after being robbed of his prey, an orc finally slashed his weapon at his companion, and chaos began to erupt in full force. Instinctively, it seems that these crazy orcs have a special favor for their fellow human numberers.

"What are you doing?" Jack finally came to his senses from the slaughter by slashing a half-orc soldier who dared to reach out to him, and the sight before him was unbelievable that the orc soldiers, who were allies, were actually besieging his numberers.

The numbered people of the dark camp were a little caught off guard by the sudden attack, but all the numbered ones who joined the dark camp were all ruthless, and some of them cut down the orcs who attacked them to the ground without even thinking about it. However, the sudden spatial cue made their movements pause, and killing orc allies would reduce the reputation of the faction, which made them a little shy when dealing with the orc soldiers who attacked them.

"This ......!" The wolf was shocked when he saw the situation ahead. Although he knew that the potion that was originally handed over to him was a very powerful weapon, he thought it would be a powerful alchemy bomb, but he didn't expect the effect to be like this, and when he saw the people in the siege, he sympathized with their situation from the bottom of his heart. The wolf glanced at Lord Dale not far behind him, and knew that he had underestimated her before. Fortunately, I was cautious enough before and didn't rashly provoke this woman, otherwise, I wouldn't wait for when, this kind of biochemical weapon of the big killer level would fall on my head.

"All ready to attack all the way. What's on what, we don't have much time, retreat immediately after this ticket, don't be caught by the tail from the other side. "Shock to shock, the wolf has not forgotten his duty, but he does not mind stabbing those hostile numbered people when they are in a hurry, and he likes it best.

When the numberers of the Gondor faction, who had also been photographed by the unexpected situation in front of them, heard the order, they all smiled and began to charge the wind, and they looked at the dense enemy not far away with bad intentions. Imagine how many points will be credited to your account after your attack is released.

Such violent energy fluctuations certainly caught the attention of the dark side, but the group of crazy orcs beside them made it difficult for them to escape, and the feeling of danger finally made them abandon all their concerns. Begin to retreat frantically towards the gates, swinging their weapons at all creatures that stand in their way.

Cannibalism between orcs and orcs, slaughter between orcs and numberers, cannibalism between numberers and numberers. The scenes from the battlefield make up a ukiyo-e of human cruelty, and Jack knows that everything is over, and that the power he has woven in the dark camp will soon crumble. Although the bloodthirsty armor was still absorbing the blood essence of the battlefield and giving him a steady stream of power, it could not bring him comfort in the slightest. Then Jack thought of Lawrence's face that was forever expressionless in front of him, and what he saw in that guy's face was always a disregard for himself, as if everything was in his calculations. And what Jack is most reluctant to accept is that at this moment, he actually has a trace of awe for that weak chicken-like guy.

"Damn!" Jack roared, and instead of retreating, he killed in the direction of the Gondor Number, he knew that he was defeated, but only killing could hide the unwillingness in his heart. The original black armor has become as bright red as blood, and Jack, who has been fighting for a long time, does not feel tired at all, and he is more powerful than ever after putting down all his burdens and fighting against the water.

"Something seems to have gone wrong, Lawrence, and as you guessed, Jack's men were ambushed." Bieber said faintly beside Lawrence, panicked shouts kept coming from the front line, he didn't think it was the voice of the numbered person of the opposite camp, then there was only one explanation.

"......" Lawrence didn't react when he heard Bieber's words, but his brow furrowed more and more.

The orc herald finally brought the news from the front, it may be that he had inhaled very little medicine, the herald still kept his senses, he suppressed the crazy killing intent emanating from the depths of his body, and explained the situation on the front line with difficulty, and asked Lawrence to send reinforcements, because the orcs found that only the orcs were in madness, while the human mercenaries and trolls were not affected in the slightest.

"Huh? This seems to be the effect of a madness potion! Seeing the herald's strong body trembling with suppressed desire to kill, Bieber whispered with some hesitation.

"What?" Lawrence was finally moved.

"I heard by chance when I was working under Saruman, the failure of the Fury Potion, the product of the Fury Potion, because the amplification effect is too strong and the side effects are too great, because the half-orc constitution cannot accept it, and only the elite strong orcs with a better physique can barely use it. However, there were not many elite orcs in Issinger's heyday, and this potion was abolished because it was not very versatile, how could the guys in the Gondor camp get such a thing. Bieber told him what he had learned, and thanks to his previous partner, he knew a lot about potions.

"There's nothing surprising to be surprised that if we can all get blueprints for giant siege engines like Doragon, it's not surprising that the numberers of the Gondor faction can get other bizarre things, if we pay attention and are willing to give resources. It is possible to come up with more superior weapons, but it is really not in the interests of the numberers to do so, so most of them are abandoned. Lawrence spoke out the secret of the dark camp, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Bieber couldn't help but glance ahead after hearing this, Jack and his people were still fighting there, if Lawrence could cooperate with Jack, would the advantage of the dark camp be more significant?

"Jack is going to lose, it's our turn to play, and since those guys on the other side have put bait and eaten meat, it's time for them to bleed." Lawrence's words brought Bieber back to reality from his thoughts. He shook his head, how can there be so many in the world, but the two of them are unwilling to live under others, and the intrigue between them has never been heard, and cooperation is simply an unrealistic luxury.

The attacks of the Gondor camp rained down on the numbered ones on the dark side, and a large number of numbered ones who had not had time to flee were covered by the orc soldiers.

"Unite our companions and form a formation to resist together, or we will all die!" Most of them survived this round of attacks due to their varied and life-saving abilities, and most of the casualties were caused by the orcs around them. But if such an attack were to happen again, their losses would be enormous. Realizing that escaping would not solve the problem, the numbered ones decisively stopped their retreat and began to consciously approach their companions, uniting against the oncoming attack and the orcs beside them.

Gradually. The numberers of the dark faction have discovered that their own recruited orc soldiers do not attack the numberers, but only attack other orcs, although this will cause their owners to lose more prestige. But at this time it was life-saving news. Especially when the numberers found that their soldiers were still able to receive their own orders to move closer to this side, they finally saw a glimmer of hope in the face of adversity, and it seemed that the recruitment ability given by the space had strengthened the mental resistance of their soldiers. This makes it difficult for them to kill the Lord when their loyalty is okay.

It was at this time that the well-intentioned ones discovered the role of loyalty, which they had previously neglected, and they found that the longer they stayed under their command, the more resistant the soldiers were to that state of madness.

"Defense, defense!" One of the numbered people was horrified to see the other side launch a long-range attack again, although it was not as amazing in scale and momentum as the last time, but it was obviously enough for them who were close to collapse, and all the numbered people who were deeply encircled used all the means of defense they could use, and various colored elemental shields lit up on them one after another.

However, there was a speechless scene, and while the Energy Shield was a good defense against the second round of attacks, which were mostly crossbow attacks, the numberers on the dark side had forgotten one thing, and that was that there was a mutual relationship between elemental attributes.

Jack's faction, which has always relied on the huge number of orcs to assist the smooth sailing, has never tried to cooperate with so many people, let alone such a joint defense. Accustomed to being in a squad, they finally tasted the bitter fruit of inexperience, although many people were lucky enough to have a linkage enhancement effect with other people's energy attributes, but the shields on more numbered people were weakened a lot under the influence of others nearby, and the consequence of this was that the crossbow arrow attack that was originally used by the Gondor side to consume the number was unexpectedly miraculous, and many numbered people were shot into hedgehogs under the dense crossbow attack.

"It's really unbearable, don't they know how to write the word cooperation?" The numberers of the Gondor camp who have been fighting together in groups with the aboriginal army for a long time can be said to be experienced, although their individual average strength is not as good as that of the dark camp numberers, but this also makes them good at relying on the power of their companions, and the means of mutual growth and restraint have been played rotten by them in peacetime cooperative operations, but they did not expect that the enemy who had to be carefully dealt with made such a mistake, and the numberers of the Gondor camp suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of superiority rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing that the second round of attacks had achieved good results, the wolf began to consider whether to adjust his plan and simply increase his efforts to keep all these enemies here. If he didn't want to achieve this goal, it seemed impossible to attack from a distance alone, and just as the wolf was considering whether to intervene in the melee combat, a figure suddenly rushed in his direction.

Jack was in a deep state of remorse, the screams of his own numberer irritating his nerves all the time, but all he could do now was kill as many crazy orc soldiers as he could. On the one hand, it relieves pressure for others, and on the other hand, it also accumulates strength for his next actions, as for Lawrence's assistance, Jack believes that Lawrence will definitely come out when his side is killed and wounded in the middle, so that he will maximize his own strength, and if it is himself, he will do the same.

The moment he rushed towards the enemy on the other side, Jack was ready to sacrifice, and he didn't want to face Lawrence's face anyway, because the next time he saw a mocking smile on his face. Jack felt a little amused, trying in every possible way to break Lawrence's routine of being expressionless in front of him. I didn't expect to be afraid to see the expression of my old opponent at the end, what an irony.

"Even if I die, I'm going to pull a few pads!" Simply pouring all his anger into the attack on the enemy, Jack's speed was increased to an extreme, the color of the bloodthirsty armor was already red and shining, and it was more and more eager for the appearance of the next sacrifice, and poured a lot of power into the master's body without hesitation.

The methodical Gondor numberers who were attacking methodically saw a guy who was not afraid of death rushing towards him, but they didn't pay too much attention to it, and it seemed to them that this guy was already at the end of his crossbow after the previous attrition. Maybe they couldn't even break through the Gondor's shield guards in front of them, but some of the numberers still subconsciously aimed their crossbow arrows at that guy, and the heads of the numberers were in high demand at all times.

The wolf noticed that something was wrong when he noticed that the numbered person was rushing towards him, but for a moment he didn't recognize the numbered person rushing in front of him. Jack rarely appears in front of the numberers of the Gondor faction. Gondor was not as well-known as Lawrence, which was of course a deliberate result of his efforts to become a blockbuster and then overpower Lawrence in one fell swoop. Establish yourself as a leader in the Ringing Sect. But the world is impermanent, and he didn't expect that he would be defeated, but the previous arrangement still won him a chance. If Lawrence rushed over like this, then he would definitely be killed by the opposite side in the first place.

The crossbow bolt struck the Bloodthirsty Armor with a series of crisp crashing sounds, and after bounced off all the attacks, the surface of the Bloodthirsty Armor did not leave the slightest trace, but the blood-colored light on it dimmed a lot.

"Master! All on alert, all on fire! "The wolf is not slow to react, as a lord-level numberer, he has quite a wealth of combat experience, and there is no shortage of people in the Lord of the Rings world who are highly skilled in personal force, and he has been prepared for this, and even practiced the combat method of besieging and killing the ringing spirits with other numberers.

However, the wolf's previous contempt made his order a little slower, and Jack's speed also allowed him to seize this opportunity to break into the opponent's battle formation. There was a violent crash, and Jack crashed directly into the large shield of the Gondor shield guard in front of him, and the shield nail that was originally fixed on the ground was directly broken by the impact, and the Gondor shield guard behind the shield also experienced a baptism of fractures and concussion, and flew out with a mouthful of blood, hitting the two numbered people behind him who were about to shoot with crossbows.

"Ah~!" The violent impact didn't seem to have any effect on the bright red figure, and he rushed into the crowd with a loud roar and began to wave his sword wildly, and for a while angry shouts came and went.

The two numbered ones were floating on the spot, they did not expect the enemy to break through the shield guards so quickly, and they were unsuspectingly pierced by Jack's longsword, and a hole was opened in their chests in a frantic churn, and they convulsed and fell into the circle surrounded by their companions, and the life-saving shield released in the hurry did not have the slightest effect.

But that was the end of Jack's madness, as the Numbers drew their melee weapons and went on full swing in a fit of shame and rage.

Jack slashed the enemy who was attacking head-on with a sword, and the fingers of the numbered person holding the sword were unnaturally bent, obviously suffering a big loss in this encounter, but Jack left two sword marks behind him, and the melee attack attached to the sword could not be completely defended by even the bloodthirsty armor, and the blood-colored light on it became almost invisible, and the original bright red began to retreat, and a sense of weakness was fed back to the owner of the armor, but Jack did not have time to pay attention.

Jack clearly felt the feelings conveyed to him by the armor, this was a magic armor, Jack knew when he got it, the blood from the wound on his back was swallowed by the armor with Jack's acquiescence, the emptiness caused by the blood loss made Jack even more crazy, and the numbered people who besieged him around him even felt as if they were not besieging the enemy, but being beaten by a group of people who pressed them.

Jack eventually fell to the ground, and with a command from the wolf, the battle turned into a wheel battle, and the wounded numbered person was immediately lifted out of the battle circle, and then the rest of the waiting others took the vacant place, not so much defeated by Gondor's numbered one, but by himself. Most of the blood in his body was consumed and could not be replenished from the outside, and Jack, who was in a weakened state, severely wounded one of the numbered people, and then also hit the opponent's sword, and the armor on his body turned into a burst of black ash at the moment of his death, revealing his face hidden in the helmet.

Perhaps it was not accurate to say "he", but the numberers of Gondor were surprised to find that the fierce enemy they had fought with for so long was a very young and good-looking woman, whose face was pale from excessive blood loss revealed a pitiful strange beauty, and the strange red light in her eyes added a few rays of charm.

"It's a pity!" The wolf sighed faintly and stopped paying attention, for to him the enemy is the enemy, whether it is a man or a woman, when fighting the desert people, he also wanders to the enemy's village to slaughter the village. Although the nearby numberers couldn't accept this setting for a while, they also paid attention to the other enemies who were still struggling, and no one saw a burst of red light flashing on the forehead of the corpse on the ground. (To be continued......)